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All rights reserved. vi https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[📍和歌山県　くじらの博物館 イルカを見上げる笑顔を撮影。 暑い夏に、涼しさを与えてくれる一枚。 | sunseason]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/PpdLCYaEKAzJPMQVqapZ sunseason https://www.cizucu.com/vi/sunseason_pic https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/PpdLCYaEKAzJPMQVqapZ Fri, 18 Aug 2023 23:25:37 GMT 2026-01-25T06:13:41+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/PpdLCYaEKAzJPMQVqapZ.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=srgb <![CDATA[A sulphur miner smiles warmly at us, despite having just put his life in danger just moments prior to gather the "devil's gold", and with no protective gear. | nai.msz]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ISLD0UbKiU3b8fGsJiFE nai.msz https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/ISYkRVxR9SUS8Fb6DMOXBb9pTho1 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ISLD0UbKiU3b8fGsJiFE Sat, 02 May 2026 23:43:01 GMT 2026-05-03T10:31:55+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ISLD0UbKiU3b8fGsJiFE.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=srgb <![CDATA[This photograph was taken during my journey through Liangshan. The day was bitterly cold, and the air was heavy with moisture. The cold did not feel like something that merely touched the skin—it felt as though it could pass through clothing and sink deep into the body. We crossed one frost-covered hill after another, and at the top of one of them, we came across a solitary house. There were no other people in sight for nearly a kilometer, yet inside lived a young brother and sister, both no older than about five. They told us that the adults had gone to the market to sell cattle and sheep, leaving the two of them at home alone. There was no light in the house, and the floor was rough, cold concrete. Even with boots on, I could feel my toes growing painfully numb, yet they walked barefoot across the frost-covered floor as if they had long since grown used to it. Their runny noses clung to the tips of their noses, drying and wetting again and again, becoming one of the most direct traces of that winter day. We asked them what they usually did at home, and they answered, quite naturally, that they liked biting thick pieces of cardboard for fun. As they spoke, they really did begin to bite into it. In that moment, I felt a quiet sadness. But then a beam of sunlight fell across the child’s face, and he burst into laughter, as if the harshness around him had not managed to define him. At that instant, I realized that what I was seeing was no longer just poverty or cold, but something far stronger—the resilience of life itself. This photograph is important to me not because it documents hardship in a remote place, but because it reminds me that even in the most unforgiving environments, people can still hold on to joy, vitality, and light. What I felt that day was not simply sympathy, nor the shock of an outsider looking in, but a deep sense of respect. To me, this photograph is not about suffering. It is about resilience. It is not about deprivation, but about the light that remains, even within it. | 熊寶]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 熊寶 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/zdddXarNsJdBtAS3ArljH0VHCDA2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40 Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:44:16 GMT 2026-05-03T12:00:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1IuVoF2K24vT83YiYK40.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=srgb <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-04-03T03:01:43+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=srgb <![CDATA[This portrait is a part of series of photographs that I shot while on an assignment for the ‘Chinar Corps’. Our itinerary included a village in the deeper ends of Kashmir. I was drawn to the daily life of the locals, how they travelled across the village and beyond, and their seemingly vanishing connectivity to the outside world. Among the many faces that I saw, this gentleman drew my attention. His quiet demeanor and slow movements welcomed me to look at the daily life of his village through his eyes. There was something about his presence, warm and welcoming, yet deeply reserved. In my attempts to not be overbearing, I was able to break through and had the longest conversation with him and I forgot about trying to find other villagers. I have no regrets about it as his point of view stayed with me and I plan to take it with me. It was his matured yet innocent expression that stayed with me. He had forgotten to smile in all his years of living in the village. Whenever I shoot portraits, I try to lighten the moment to make sure I get the most authentic expression from the subject. But with him, it felt like I would lie to the world if I did that. It, perhaps seemed unnecessary. His face carried a calm intrigue, still, composed, and full of unspoken stories. Reality of portraits is subtler yet stronger than performance, it seemed. | Yash Rane]]> https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/RsubPbXXibrVGCnrOtp8 Yash Rane https://www.cizucu.com/vi/users/p4C2inUv1ih89epMzxU1Djvz4B03 https://www.cizucu.com/vi/photos/RsubPbXXibrVGCnrOtp8 Fri, 13 Mar 2026 17:52:43 GMT 2026-03-13T17:53:03+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/RsubPbXXibrVGCnrOtp8.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress&cs=srgb